Ends Of Being Book Novels & Stories

The knowledge is in the space between them, in the air, in the accumulated weight of all the mornings that have come before. --- This is not the end of anything. The last chapter of the story is not an ending—it's the continuation, the ongoing present tense, the life moving forward into the next morning and the next Tuesday and the next Sunday sofrito and the next thing that happens to them and that they build from. The last chapter is the chapter that acknowledges that there is no last chapter, that the story goes on, that the only ending is the one they stop telling. This is Tuesday.

And she knew, deep down, that she was right. Something was coming. The "happy ending" wasn't the end of the book. It was just the end of the chapter. And the next page... the next page was blank. And terrifying.

No. It is THE BEGINNING OF THE END!

A thing with a location was a thing you could bear to wait for. He finished the book. He closed it. He sat with the quality of having finished something, which was not the same as the quality of having ended something. Finishing was completed. The ending was a loss. The therapy would be an ending, and he would hold it as an ending, with all the weight that endings deserved. But the after—the after was not an ending. The after was a different kind of thing.

This was just the beginning. --- End of Chapter 3

The thirty-first year is when we can say it: we are in the being. He looked at what he had written. He thought about the being — the condition of having arrived, the condition of being fully what one was going to be. The condition did not mean that nothing would change. Things always change. The foxgloves would continue to change, would continue to spread, and would continue to respond to the conditions. But a significant change was made. The structure was complete. That being was not the end of change. The being was the end of the becoming — the end of the period in which the fundamental shape was still being determined.

⸻ But endings? ⸻ Endings defined reality. ⸻ Without an ending… A story could not exist. ⸻ 🌙 The Missing Future The Keeper slowly opened the book again. 📖 ⸻ The title still remained. ⸻ THE LAST STORY ⸻ The story of Ilyaan. ⸻ The story of reality. ⸻ The story currently unfolding. ⸻ Yet every page after the present moment remained blank. ⸻ Nothing. ⸻

We promised ourselves not to worry about the future but take the days gradually as they come and go and live in every moment as if it were our last. THE END (This book is the second book of the spirit wolf series. The last book of the Spirit Wolf Series would soon be out. Thank you for your love, support and votes)